Delete my life. A memory
It was honest. But illusion
Life is way. Love is way
We can’t do. Time gone
I love you, from the past
Inspiration. Loved heart
Take a past. Dead heart
Emma, go. No be future
Don’t be. Lives died, gone
Our family. The noble. Blue
Don’t remember a passenger
See the children. On our train
Children
Genioues
Watching you. All
I loved you
Still
Loving
You
Bye
I needed you
No English Psychology
Emma Watson you're the bomb
Fuse you count as boom
Eyebrows too, you are to me
what every boy can loom
For what you are to high explode
a spy can be your brow
And beaten am I in your presence
I seem to watch you POW!
/
/
/
Quatrain Poem by Trevor McLeod
Eyebrows Emma's steering wheel
Emma to be rush
Tward the roadway met for love
That her leering crush
To a bumper road for be
Pushed into a side
What between her sexy eyes
you'd not bolt - collide
Quatrain Poem by Trevor McLeod
Snod little nose
and pert little chin
Almonds for eyes
and lids for her sin
Hold on her bracelet
And armed to her teeth
That be to Emma
Her trust to her breethe
And that to her couplings
She has to her rark
That as lovers or tailgates
She loveless love's ddark
For what is a mission
She's old Emma What
What a Watson to ending
is a crown layed to cott
Quatrain Poem by Trevor McLeod
Dear Emma Watson,
Your eyebrows power fuel
Your sense of crocodilyism
a fan like me can joule
For what you are to leader
your whip can be to hip
What thrown into your circumstance
you are Too Big for skip
That I express my love to you
to better bite you'd be
For what you are an open jaw
my hesitation me
Quatrain Poem by Trevor McLeod
The pumpkin's name was Emma Watson
The pulp inside her grow
What all inside was mash and tide
of every gin they know
For what's a gin but berried water
a grain would glass-eyed glow
But Emma Watson fit and pride
what even caps turn flow
When questioned eyes are thoughts of joy
and nose no runny quilt
What all patched hands you're stitching up
what forms are meant to guilt
When even odds are flowing out
and in a bitter flask
What lips of seal to all our bottles
are toasted liquour task
To seams of Counts as oversights
are Dracula's at suck
What all the teeth and oily gums
are saturates for luck
To see you drink as any sip
you say a pumpkin's right
Where up your grum's a carried might
your pumpkin's lit tonight
Quatrain Poem by Trevor McLeod
Emma's a gift
Folded box
Red tight ribbon
Bow big talks
Filled with tissue
Packed to strap
Pulled releasing
Boinged for gap
Quatrain poem by Trevor McLeod
Emma-Gene
So, Imagine
You Had All The
Power To Mentally
Rule And Decide…
***Slower ($L000www.here)***
(There's Nothing There.)
***
But You Could See
Both Sides Of Each
CHANGE!
GIVE (& take…)
But, you are soooooo good.
Yep.
I See…
:)
Anyway, Imagine Also
How Guilty You'd Be
‘Cuz You Can Clearly See
The Messy Part…
:(
Emma-Gene, You’re
Sooooooo Important…
It’s Your Responsibility!
Oooo, Yucky,…
Lucky Ducky,
That Was
Your Pick.
Sicka-Dick…
Just Over The Line
A Little Bit
Toooooo Far.
Pooh.
***
All The Best
Friends I've Ever
HAD
Say I’m
HARMLESS!
Until They Don’t…
¡!¡!¡!¡!¡!¡¡¡¡!!!!!!!!!?
Some Who Aren’t
Anymore, Still Do…
???
Look How Easy
It Is To Imply
Power One Doesn’t
Sooooo...
Harmfullly Have!
SEE!?
I Forgot What
I Was Talking About…
Oh, Yeah All That
RESPONSIBILITY!!!
DDUCKANDDCCOVER EMMAGENE !!!
-Gray Squirrel
08-31-2025
Emma, Empress of Unicorn Empire,
esprit de corps of elementary school,
expeditious at exaggerating expression,
eagerly extending empathy of enormous embrace,
endless enthusiasm, exuberant existence.
Deacon, Duke of derring-do,
diligently, doggedly daily to delightful displays
of dauntless daredevil, destruction,
determined gamer, droll demeanor,
dearly dedicated to devouring desserts,
Dad's double, diplomat of Dreamland.
To Emma
Emma, my life is ruined because of you
You're the only one on my mind,
I don't need anyone else, only you
You don't notice me, I don't exist for you
I miss you, I need you,
I'm giving up my life because of you
When I die, please burn a candle for me
It will be nice of you
My soul always will remember you
My name is Emma
It’s common enough
But names are deceptive
I’m made of tough stuff.
I came into the world
On a thundery night
Too early, so tiny
I needed to fight.
Emma means ‘universe’
To others it’s ‘whole’
To me it’s identity
Born deep in my soul.
My name is quite simple
Just four letters long
No complications
For others to get wrong
In German it’s ‘strong’
And the bible does tell
It’s means ‘god with us’
And from Emanuel.
Emma Emu is a large bird.
She’s taller than I am – absurd!
Her voice is really well-endowed,
and she can drum a song out loud.
She is my friend and I am proud!
With three-toed feet, she is so fast
She runs right by in a bold blast.
Her ardent admirers amassed,
I watch her run in flabbergast!
She will be on tonight’s sportscast!
Her legs so long, they are bizarre.
For those who run, she raised the bar.
She could outrun a blue race car!
If she were human and ran so far,
she’d be a champion track star!
One day I find something in my minds treasury.
One of them was nothing but your sweet memory.
The memory keep destructing me from my aim.
If you had stayed with me then I would not have become lame.
I know I had flaws but if you had correct it with your common sense.
I might have pushed my flaws away but you have not gave me a chance.
I still think that it was my fault.
I did not florious you from my heart.
I was thinking about myself only.
It was the reason what made you lonely.
You left me after giving a hand shake.
You start your scooty and did not press brake.
Now I want you by my side Emma.
I will cherish you whenever need Emma.
You were a young girl with beautiful thoughts.
I could not understand the meaning behind those thoughts.
Please give me a chance my love.
I will love you from bottom of my heart.
It is me Simon please read the messege Emma.
I convince you we will live together happily my half Mama.
A rift in faith can be a big sorrow.
A helpful hand you need to borrow.
He can save you from this dilemma.
Your faith will be restore again Emma.
The social circle is a big sorrow.
Emma saw the light on that Sunday bright.
Her hands, they were folded, and knees bent right.
She smiles at the Pastor’s words.
The sun through the window stirred.
A slip up of epic proportions - quite!
Up front, in the center of congregants,
a holiness plagues, as the church does chant.
In sheer white she forgot slip.
Her blush is the shade of RIP.*
She slinks from her seat, in a hurried slant.
2/27/2021
Two Limericks - Let's have some Fun!
Sponsor Tania Kitchin
HMS 10/10/7/7/10 per verse
*RIP for Rest In Peace.
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